Boaz kissed her on the mouth. “Hush, beloved. You’ll make yourself sick. Why all this sorrow? Do you think I cannot wait?” “I fear you’ll have to wait forever.” “Then I will. As long as I have you and Obed, I can bear anything.” Ruth remembered how God had once taught her the lesson of acceptance. Acceptance with joy. Did He want her to accept her sickness? To be joyful in spite of it? It seemed an impossible requirement.
I sometimes have this fear with my Lew.
